A/N: Well, my loyal fans (or at least fan, lol), here it is, the chapter you've all been waiting for...kinda... It always takes me so damn long to write these 'cause I have trouble writing them when there are people around (the characters don't want to help then), and there are always people around now. >.

Something to amuse you (or at least me):

Me: What's another word for "relying"? I have two "relying"s in one sentence and it's annoying meeee...

My friend: ...Depending?

Me: Hey, that works...

Well, I'll shut up now. I hope you like this!

-Cali :)

Opening the third door on the right, Stanton let Kieran walk in first. "It's not much," he admitted, "but it's a place to sleep-" he paused "-among other things." As he spoke, he drew his fingertips down Kieran's bare arms, delighting in the chill he could almost see race down her spine. With his right hand, he brushed Kieran's long, silky hair over her shoulder, and kissed the back of her neck, moving slowly around to her throat. As he leaned over, Kieran leaned her head back and to the side, depending almost entirely on his left arm to keep her standing. When he reached her throat, he held her close to him for a few seconds, then spun her around and dipped her, relying on her loss of balance to keep his plan working. When she fell into his arms as he had expected, he lifted her and carried her over to his bed, dropping her unceremoniously ontoit.

She laughed when he dropped her, and he smirked, tossing his tuxedo jacket, which she'd given back to him earlier, onto the floor. He'd take care of it later. Right now, he had more...pressing matters. Climbing onto the bed, he straddled Kieran's legs, kicked off his shoes, and leaned down to kiss her. As he did, he moved his legs over to her other side so he could get to her shoes.
Pulling away from her, he knelt on his bed and unbuckled her three-inch heels - he liked her shorter anyway - and tossed them across the room. His hands crept up the skirt of her dress, inching up her legs to the top of her thighs.

Kieran bit her lip, feeling a little awkward. She'd never let a guy get this close to her before, and it felt weird to let him. She jumped when she felt Stanton pull both of her shimmery thigh-highs off, running his hands down her legs.

Stanton smirked when her legs almost automatically snapped together and crossed. The smirk still plastered onto his lips, he crawled up over her body, straddling her crossed legs. "Turn over," he whispered against her lips, and she did. There was a sort of command in his voice she wasn't used to, but for some odd reason, she liked the chills it sent down her spine.

As she turned, he ran his hands over her body and unzipped the outer layer of her dress. Then, without hesitation, he pulled the strings that tied her dress together, effectively untying the bow. Slowly now, he pulled at each "x" the strings made until the corset-like top of her dress loosened. He pulled the sides of the torso apart, completely exposing her back, and traced lines down her spine with his fingertips. Kieransighed quietly when his lips touched her back, enjoying the feel of his breath on her bare skin. Carefully, she turned back around, and he lifted her easily with one arm, sliding her dress off.

Her arms immediately crossed over her chest, hiding herself. Stanton chuckled and took her arms with one hand, pinning them above her head by the wrists.

"Hmm," he said pensively, "trapped girl. I like the look," he teased as she struggled under him, trying to cover her chest and get her wrists out of his grip.

"Ha-ha," Kieran said wryly, but couldn't keep the smile off her face.

Stanton's smirk returned, and he kissed her, keeping her pinned where she was. He moved from her lips to her cheek, then to nibbling her ear a bit, chuckling when she squeaked. Lazily, he drew swirling designs over her bare torso when the tip of his finger, slowly moving down.

"Hey," Kieran protested, stopping his hand before it could creep any further down. His grip on her wrists loosened when she spoke - she'd surprised him - and she took advantage of this, pulling her hands out of his. She poked his chest. "My turn."

With little effort, mostly just because he wasn't fighting her, she pushed him down onto his back, and easily unbuttoned his vest. Pulling him into a sitting motion with a yank, she threw the vest across the room, paying no attention to where it landed somewhere near her shoes. Stanton flung his bowtie off, but didn't get to see where it landed as Kieran pounced on him again.

As they kissed, she unbuttoned and untucked his shirt, running her hands along his rock hard stomach muscles. As she worked the shirt off his body, she ran her hands down his arms, and then around to his hard back muscles.

"Mm," Stanton murmured, still kissing her, and pressed his tongue against her lips. Almost automatically, her lips parted to allow their tongues to dance.

As they sat liplocked, Kieran worked at Stanton's pants until she figured out how to loosen them and get them off of him, which she did, with a little help from him. As soon as that was done, she nodded. "Now we're even," she told him, and he smirked.

He ran his fingertips down her sides, and she shivered. As she watched, a mischievous glint appeared in his bright blue eyes, and they almost seemed to glow with it. She didn't have time to inspect it further, as he essentially pounced on her, flipping them back over. Instead of straddling her, though, he left her legs around him.

After kissing her lips lightly, he moved down and dragged his teeth along the side of her neck. Kieran jumped at the chill he sent through her, and tensed when he moved from her neck to her chest, caressing her breasts gently with his right hand while drawing a line of kisses down her body. When he reached below her belly button, he felt her muscles tense.

"Relax, Kia," he said, the smirk never leaving his lips as he drew a line of kisses down her left leg, abandoning her chest so he could use his right hand to slip off the underwear she was wearing. "Sexy," he commented, holding them up with one finger, surprised she hadn't tried to fight him.

"Shuttup," Kieran muttered, feeling a blush rise into her cheeks. Stanton only chuckled, and began kissing her again, letting his hands wander over her body.

Kieran sighed when he slipped his arms around her back and pulled her close to him. She could feel his muscles pressing up against her - all of his muscles - as he teased her. Kieran found her legs almost involuntarily entwining with his as they lay in each others' arms, and soon found her hands wandering over his body the way his were wandering over hers. She felt, rather than heard, Stanton give a little moan. The girl would've smiled if she hadn't been happily liplocked with him.

Letting his right hand wander over her body, under his, Stanton drew lines over her skin until he felt her tense and pull away from him. "Shh..." he whispered, and began to play with her. When he heard Kieran gasp quietly, he knew she had gotten rid of her nerves. "You okay?" he asked gently, checking to make sure he hadn't hurt her. When she nodded, he smirked. "Good." His whisper caressed her lips, making his job a bit easier. As he kissed her, his hand worked gently between her legs, teasing her terribly. "Kia," he sighed into her ear, and he felt her tense a bit before moving to her neck.

He remembered the reaction he'd gotten before when he'd almost bitten her, so he repeated the action, dragging his teeth against the side of her neck. Immediately, her neck muscles tightened and Stanton chuckled, moving up to nibble her earlobe. Kieran's breathing began to get a bit ragged, and he tilted her head back with a finger to kiss her throat, drawing lines up and down her neck while he did.

Suddenly, Kieran found herself holding her breath, and the butterflies that had been flapping around in her stomach moved to her lower abdomen, causing all her muscles to tense, and her body temperature to rise under Stanton's hands.

He continued kissing her neck, and felt her pulse flutter under his lips. Tremors ran through her body and he sped up his motions, still kissing and biting her neck. Kieran's muscles tightened and her fingernails dug into Stanton's back. He winced, but didn't slow his motions until he felt Kieran's muscles relax and she stopped holding her breath.

Breathing hard, Kieran removed her hands from his back. "Did I scratch you?" she asked, realizing her fingers had been curled in.

Stanton chuckled. "Is that all you can say?" he asked, reaching back to see if he was bleeding. When she repeated her question, sounding like she felt bad, he smiled a little. "Yes, actually."

"Sorry," Kieran said quickly, reaching up to his back.

Stanton, though, quick as lightning, caught her wrist. "I don't think so," he murmured, the heat in his pleasantly deep voice sending more shivers down her spine. "I'm not nearly done with you." He pulled himself up on the bed, rubbing against her body, and reached behind her to his nightstand. "Are you ready?" he asked, drawing swirling lines over Kieran's chest in with his fingertip. His right hand held a single wrapped condom.

Wordlessly, Kieran reached down and pulled his black boxers off. In response, Stanton's eyebrows went up, along with a corner of his mouth. "I'll take that as a yes," he told her, and Kieran giggled, taking the package from him. Tearing it easily, she flipped it over twice, trying to figure out which direction was the right one. Stanton chuckled and took it from her, rolling it on easily.

Kieran leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging him roughlyback down to her. They began kissing again, a more passionately than before. This time it was Kieran who did much of the teasing. She let her hands wander under his body, and bit his lip when he tried to pull away from her.

Stanton was a bit surprised at her actions - she'd been so shy about her body and actions before. Well...kind of - but he didn't dislike them. Not in the least, he thought to himself as her hands wandered all over his body, and he let his wander over hers.

When he heard her give a little moan, he leaned down and bit her neck gently. She squeaked, and he grinned. "Ready?" he asked again, and when she nodded, he moved up a little more between her legs and carefully began to push himself inside her. This was the part both of them dreaded - she dreaded the pain, and he dreaded hurting her.

Kieran couldn't help but gasp a little. Her breath caught in her throat. "Ow," she whimpered, thinking, relax, just relax and it'll stop hurting.

"Are you okay?" Stanton asked quickly, looking into her eyes to make sure she was telling the truth. As he looked into her eyes, though, the part of him still connected to the Atrox began to prowl close to the surface of his mind, and suddenly he wanted to turn her. She was so vulnerable right now, so unsuspecting. He could - no!

"I'm fine," he heard her say. "Be gentle," she added pleadingly, unaware of the danger she was in.

When Stanton nodded and pushed in further, Kieran closed her eyes against the knifelike pain she felt. Stanton was as gentle as he could be, but he couldn't keep from causing her pain, and part of him hated that. The other part, however, was reveling in it. Part of him enjoyed the way her body shook under him, and the way she winced with every motion he made. She was completely under his control now.

After fighting with himself for awhile, Stanton mastered his evil side - barely - and continued a gentle rocking motion until he felt Kieran relax. He barely caught himself before whispering his question across her mind. "Everything all right?"

Kieran nodded. "Definitely all right," she said, and felt immensely relieved when she didn't feel like he was stabbing her every time he moved. On a whim, she pushed upwards and rolled to the side with him, happy not to fall off the bed when she ended up on top.

"Wow," Stanton had time to say before Kieran pounced on him, closing his mouth with hers as she continued the rocking motion. Soon, though, she found it took too much energy and flexibility for her to continue rocking like that while kissing him, so she sat up, on him, and rolled her hips against his, feeling as if she were dancing.

Stanton let his hands wander for awhile until he decided it was time to switch it up again. Quickly, he shifted his weight and flipped himsef and Kieran back over. "Ha," he said, and watched her struggle to flip the two of them for a minute before saying, "Hmm. Try this." As he spoke, he reached behind himself to bend her knees around his waist. Once he had her legs where he wanted them, he quickly lunged forward and pinned her hands to the pillow on either side of her head. Still inside her, he barely moved - just enough to make her want more. When she moved to meet his body, though, he pulled back.

"Meeaan," Kieran groaned, and tried unsuccessfully to free her hands so she could flip both of them again.

"What," Stanton asked, still shamelessly teasing her as he spoke against her lips. "Did you want me to continue?" On the word, he rocked forward hard once, then stopped. The poor girl groaned in response. "I'm sorry, was that a yes?"
"Yes," Kieran admitted.
"I didn't quite catch that, Could you repeat it?"
Knowing full well what he wanted, Kieran sighed deeply. "Yes!" she very nearly screamed, and began laughing, but didn't quite have time to be concerned with her volume before Stanton started distracting her rather effectively. Over the noise of the party downstairs, no one would have heard her anyway.

Stanton rocked their bodies hard, and Kieran pulled him closer to her until there was almost no space left between them. When Stanton pulled away from her lips to catch his breath, Kieran leaned up and purred quietly, not loudly enough for him to hear, but enough for him to feel her against his lips. In response, Stanton moaned slightly and quickened his motions. "Bad kitten," he teased.

Kieran suddenly found herself too distracted to tease him further, and she didn't need to, she realized as she recognized the now familiar sensations of her pulse fluttering and body temperature rising. This time, though, with Stanton pressed so tightly against her, she could feel his heart and body temperature rising with hers. When Kieran's muscles tightened again, Stanton sped up his motions, and she began to move with him, having trouble keeping up with his rhythm. Kieran's muscles tightened around him, and she hugged him close to her. He responded in the same fashion, moving to kiss her. When their lips connected, Kieran's breath caught and Stanton found himself unable to toy with her the way he wanted. Both of them soon concentrated solely on the pleasure they were both feeling, if Kieran's rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing were any indication.

"I love you," she said, sounding out of breath.

"I love you too, Kia," he responded, and soon both of them fell silent aside from their labored breathing and the slight creak of his bed. Kieran's throat tightened, turning her breathing into squeaks until she couldn't inhale or exhale under the intense pleasure. When the girl's hands twitched as they had before, she pulled them momentarily off his back to avoid clawing him any deeper than she had. She felt him tense inside her andtighten his hold on her as they came together, letting out theirbreath at the same time, Kieran biting her tongue in an effort not to be too loud.

Stanton, panting, loosened his grip on her and kissed her gently enough to make her feel like the room was spinning around her. As they kissed, he pulled out of her gently and rolled to the side. When she rolled over and draped her arm over his chest, he chuckled, and turned to kiss her forehead. "You okay?" he asked.

"Mm-hmm," Kieran said, never opening her eyes. "Love you," she added quietly, and he kissed her again.

"I love you too."

A/N: Well, was it worth the wait? Tell me! Even if you hated it, tell me...I like reviews. It helps me improve my writing. YAY IMPROVEMENT! (Review )

-Cali :)